They mated, meandered, defecated, and died. These parasites had escaped and were living everywhere.
It was the parasites, most likely Chinese liver flukes (my trip to the Great Wall of China and food made on the floor), and Schistosomiasis. I think back at all the WRONG diagnosis the doctors, technicians and ER have come up with. It was confirmed that my pancreas was suspected. The list of habits and risks made little sense nor offered a clue. I had spent many years without consuming any alcohol. Pancreatic surgery does not usually end well.ĭid I eat fatty meals? Not many. * I have heard they are developing a replacement pancreas for diabetics. Most, if not all, diseases of the pancreas are not treatable. My lipase and amylase levels were of concern. When the results came back, it was my pancreas they believed. She asked the doctor to add another few tests. She came in after the doctor left and asked me more questions. There was one really astute nurse a few years back. Because of stress? Diet? Some unknown disease, illness, or genetic problem yet to be found? How could a pain be so severe, then respond to medications and pain killers? Months would go by and finally, the pain would diminish. bills coupled with an ambulance ride because I would have seizure-like fits. More drugs, more of my life slowly slipping away. What was it?Īnother emergency room, another diagnosis. But I remember that sharp upper abdominal pain that made me throw up, keel over, and want to drive me over the edge. It was presumed to be my left ovary radiating pain. The left side pain that would always be in about the same place. Hmm…another attack? For years I wondered about my on and off pains.
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